Leather and Lace Songtext
von Sons of Butcher

Sittin′ on the edge of a knife
Thinkin' bout the pain and the strife
You got to pick yourself up and let it go, now

You contemplate the meaning of life
While I investigate the smell of your wife
You know you snooze you lose so let it go, pal

Come together for the christening
Feel together it′s the quickening you're a clever little spacing
Leather and lace the secret of life

Live selling guns and die buying swords
Smarten up for the love of God
Stay in school and learn things, kid

You're a guy who wants to hump on a guy
Or you′re Kate jonesin′ for Alley's pie
If you′re the queer just stop livin' the lie
Just tell the world gay


Did you hear about the happenings
They involve all the finer things
We don′t need more firings (of the missiles of war)

Leather and lace the secret of life
Leather and lace the secret of life
Lace is fragile, leather is rough, leather can chap your bum
But lace is soft to the touch, but hey, ain't that just like life?

It′s startin to make sense to me
It's the pain with pleasure the good with the bad
Let go of the heartache don't hold on to the sad
Its forgiveness for your molestin′ dad
He ain′t a bad dad!

Cryin' bout the milk that you spilt
You should be alivin′ bout the life that you built
You're so high its like you′re on fuckin stilts, friend

We're together it′s a family
Love forever loving happily
We're all clever little spacelings

Leather and lace the meaning of life
Leather and lace and the secret of life
Leather and lace the secret of life